So, this was the weekend I was going to take care of myself, right? HAH!
As I was happily scrolling through various blogs last night, DH came in and said "I don't feel well" which was quickly followed by "I want to go to the hospital".
Now, this particular DH does not like hospitals; in fact, he HATES them. So, volunteering for a trip to the hospital means it is BAD.
The hospital (Abington for those in the Philly area) was FABULOUS!!
The short version- not a heart attack. Rather, my DH and his gall bladder will be parting company- very soon. They gave us the option of doing it today, but I've never been a fan of weekend surgery unless it is essential.
So, he'll watch his diet, we'll see our GI doc ASAP, and very soon the little gall bladder will be no more.
This all also means that I've been up for 27 hours straight- so all that playing today and taking care of me is out the window.
And the "best" part? (That's sarcasm for those who weren't sure.) While I will make a gallant and valiant attempt to get some sleep, guess what today is? It's the BLOCK PARTY!!! 14 hours of fun and games for everyone on the block, with a DJ!
We're now at 5 weekends of some medical/illness effects and counting.
My luck just gets better and better- yeah!
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